Where Did All These Good English Speakers Come From?

The United States, of course. Most of them have been deported

BY: ALE BORBOLLA

There are a lot of mostly young Mexicans, mostly males, who speak perfect English herein Cabo. Their English is a dead giveaway that they grew up in the United States. Typically, they were snuck into the U.S. at a very young age, and were caught for various infractions, and then given a choice of jail or deportation and chose the trip “home”. Others were caught for more serious infractions and so they went to jail and then were deported back to Mexico. Every year Obama has been president, officials have very quietly deported about 400,000 people, most of them Mexicans. Where do all these people go? Many gravitate to an area that most feels like home, and that would be a place with a lot of Americans, like Cabo San Lucas.

Most are shy about their condition, often saying something like they got caught, “working the fields”. Here is a more likely story, involving drugs and crime, with no cover up lies and no apologies, either.

Pedro was a kid who always was around the drug dealing business, not too close, but enough to know it was good easy money and he knew the right people; he started because it called his attention, for the glitz and glamour that we all see on T.V. At first he was the guy who took the money back and forth, making daily trips between Tijuana and San Diego, taking the cash from the small vendors to the big fishes making sure it was all there, but not getting his hands dirty with the actual product. It was all fine for about a year, until he got bored and decided to go for the real thing: taking vans with about 970 lbs. of marihuana wrapped in waxed paper to throw the dogs off.

Pedro was young and unexperienced at the beginning, so he got ripped off his first trip: they paid him only 600 dollars for a job worth more than triple that. He soon wised up, and for six years he crossed the border twice a day, sometimes three times, making $2,200 per trip. But he got caught.

He was travelling behind another truck full of methamphetamine and cocaine, hauling his regular load, and was tailgating the first car, which was from the same company. Statistically, it is not normal for any car to get searched, and when he saw the one before him get the red light, he felt he was in like Flynn. However, immediately after he saw his colleague get questioned, he got the red light too, and that’s when he knew he had been ratted out.

He was detained right there in the border line, and his shoes, shirt and belongings were taken away, leaving him only with his pants. He was put in a room air conditioned down past uncomfortable, and was questioned every hour and was required to play the piano. (Give his finger prints.) He kept his mouth shut because he knew that if they got nothing in the following 72 hours the case wouldn’t hold and he would have a chance at being set free.

After the 72 hour migration hold, Pedro was taken to county jail in San Diego where he stayed for six days, getting a little roughed up by the guards and the agents he was questioned by, but not too much because he asked for human rights assistance. After that, he was declared free by the state but had unclear immigration status, so they gave him the choice to sign a voluntary deportation or go to jail for 500 days. Pedro signed. So he avoided jail, but will never be welcome back in the United States.

Pedro is not ashamed to say he is deported, and he usually doesn’t tell the whole story to anyone, but he doesn’t lie about his status either. He feels that being ashamed is for insecure people. After all, he says, he did learn a skill, (What, how to drive a car?) and made enough money to not regret it. If he wanted to go back to United States, he says he would simply go to Canada and walk over. Apparently Pedro didn’t get the memo that Canada has gone into cahoots with U.S. immigration officials and if the U.S. doesn’t want someone, Canada doesn’t either, so he can’t fly into Canada.